Banishment

Greetings Furriends!

It’s Me, Padre, Elder StatesCat of The Furry Bambinos!

Five years ago today, Mom and Dad adopted me (Padre), and siblings Panda Bear and Meerkat from this great place!

All three of us are Rescues! We were rescued by the Northeast Ohio animal rescue group PAWS (Public Animal Rescue Society). We are very grateful to have a safe, loving, and forever home now! Special Thanks to Diana (my Foster Mom), and Eileen (Panda Bear and Meerkat’s Foster Mom)!

This is me on Adoption Day, sniffing the couch:

This is Meerkat on Adoption Day, sniffing the bed:

This is Panda Bear, sniffing a glass of water, on October 23, 2007:

This is all three of us together, at dinner time, on October 27, 2007:

Purrs!

Padre

Pee. Ess. I would appreciate if you could spare a few purrs for me. On Saturday I got shoved into the PTU and hauled off to the Emergency V-E-T. (All because of a little tocks problem.) I am home now, and being kept separated from the other Furry Bambinos. I am lonely, and have been yodeling my displeasure. I may need to visit the regular V-E-T today.

What’s the big deal with weekends anyway?

I overheard Mom and Dad discussing banishing us from their sleeping room on weekends. Something about needing to “sleep in”.

I take my responsibility as being the furry alarm clock very seriously. This morning (as well as the past few weekends) I have been concerned that Mom and Dad would be late feeding us, as well as late going to wherever it is that they go. So, I turned up the ol’ purr motor and began purring intently to wake them up.

This morning it was about 5:15 am, a perfectly good time to start the day, so I climbed up on Mom’s pillows behind her head and turned on the purr motor… to eleven… just to make sure she would hear me. Mom and Dad both woke up, and then Dad pretended like he was getting up, so I followed him to the human litter box room. Next thing you know, Dad raced back into the sleeping room and forgot me out in the hall. Hmmph. Now they are talking about banishing us from their sleeping room on weekends. Sigh. Don’t they know I have their best interests in mind?